She returned to her homeland, knowing that one day there would be pups running about. She returned alone though. Should young Toralon see her alone, he would wonder as to where Ghost was. How would she tell him that his uncle was gone from the world? Such depressing news. Perhaps she should seek out Modet, and see whether roaming was any fun?
Sorrel appeared near her within a few moments. "Where is Ghost?" he asked. "I saw you leaving with him, yet you return alone, my dear freind."
"Ghost... will not return from Wajida again. He's gone, Sorrel." The words were spoken, emotionless.
The tall stallion snorted then reached down and nuzzled her. "Another will come, sooner than you think, Clearwater."
"I doubt it. I think I will go, to find his brother Modet. I might run with them for a while. I'll return, when my pups are born, Sorrel."
She turned to leave, pausing at the sound of someone else, a wolf approaching. Could it be Modet?
Shades of brown lived upon the pelt of the traveler; the one that would have no true home. Other hues, such as gray, ivory, and red also were upon him. There was not a specific type that he took after, for he was naturally just himself. It was impossible to try to be something that you were not, so why not accept it? Things had happened in the last years, hardships to the way of life as they knew it. In the last years, he had hated his brother, the only one who cared for him outside of Snow Dawn. In the battle, they had met and finally made things right in case one of them died. Modet did not know if he could bare the pain and suffering of losing his brother, but he had heard the news already. Ghost had died.
Modet clambered up a grassy hill onto the warm, deep sands of the coast. Recently, his son had come to find his place in the world. Maybe, he would visit for a while and meet any females that his son had in the pack. Meeting the members of the coast couldn't be too bad either. One like him, who traveled all the time, needed some lands to go to in case bad times returned to the entirety of the lands. Modet trotted lightly, uninjured from the battle. It felt almost wrong to be uninjured when there were dead cold carcasses laying on the dusty earth of Bimbasaar.
The brute surged on, perking his harks as another wolf came into view. Since there were no other wolves in Vernien En Seere, other than Ghost, his mate, and Toralon, Modet assumed that she was his previous mate, his last mate. He wondered where his brother was and wanted to see him one last time before his injuries got the best of him. Modet did not know that his brother had died before he could say his last words. There was no final farewell this time.
The female, called Clearwater, he believed was rather beautiful. The pelt that she possessed seemed rather thick, like it was designed for the hunt. Modet's had grown in thickness from his travels. She was russet, designed beautifully by the gods. "Greetings," said Modet, bowing before her easily. He was not the leader of these lands, and he did not wish to challenge anyone. Simply, he was there for a meeting. "I am Modet, brother of Ghost. Where is he? Please, tell me," he whispered, clenching his ivories together on his last words. It couldn't be too late!
She was surprised when she saw him coming through the undergrowth. That he was close to Ghost in appearence was the first thing she noticed, the second was the words he spoke as she eyed him warily. So this was Modet, brother of her old mate?
"Greetings Modet. I am Clearwater pack leader of Vernien En' Seere." There was sorrow in her voice though, a clear indication that things were not well within the land at the moment.
"I regret to have to tell you that you will not be able to find Ghost here. He has... moved on." It was clear from her voice what she meant by moved on. "Though there are others here that you know. Toralon runs here, with a few others with him. I though, am alone and only newly so. Ghost would have passed only mere minutes ago."
The earthy flecked brute let his heart fall and shatter as she spoke unevenly and dismally. Things could not be good in the lands. Rumors of battles and actual full out wars had caused all the lands hardship. It seemed to hit this one even harder though. The one with the gray hellion had left many of the herd susceptible to disease. Mares, queens of herds had died. Great kings of the territories had also perished, leaving many foals and mares unprotected. This was the time for the wolves and horses to join forces to end all evil.
"No," Modet whispered to himself painfully. The denial of the death had set it, and there was no way away from the loss. Modet had loved his brother more than he had thought. It hurt so much to let him go. Ghost had been strong, stronger than Modet. The ivory brute had escaped the clutches of death once, but luck was not on his side this time. It was sad, so sad. "I - I was too late," he murmured, looking to the ground in despair.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 23, 2010 10:18:31 GMT 8
Modet sighed, wondering what she could possibly be talking about. Females were sometime delusional after the loss of their mate or after recently birthing. This fae seemed perfectly sane at the moment though, other than the off topic conversation. Clearwater seemed down to earth more than one of his daughters was. Adalia had always had a fiery spirit, and he had enjoyed spending time with her. In every wolf pack, there were problems. There were way too many in this pack.
"Pups?" he questioned, looking to her with surprise. Ghost had always thought that he would never pass on his lineage before passing on. Modet had heard him talking to one of their brothers that had passed away too. Finally, there were cousins to his sons and daughters. They would live, and none would die like they did in his family. Fosca's death was too terrible, and the death of a niece or nephew was just too much to go along with it all.
"Yes, thats what I was talking about. nearly too late though for them to be even possible." She sighed. It would not be easy, rasing the pups if she was alone without anyone to help her. She would ahev to move on too, which could not be harder right now.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 23, 2010 11:04:32 GMT 8
Modet had watched his pups grow up, all seven of them. It was a humongous litter, and two of them had ailments - Keiria and Fosca. Keiria was a beautiful gray wolf, with intelligent eyes and a kind heart. Out of all of them, she was the quickest to pick up things, and she was as good of hunter as Adalia. They both had quite a bit of energy. Unlike Keiria, Adalia could hear instruction and words. Keiria had been deaf, and Modet had experience with those kind of cases. The pups, whether, deaf, blind, or limp, were beautiful in his eyes.
The other defected pup was Fosca, the one who he lost. Everything had seemed okay for a while. She was getting weak when she did not rest, and sometimes Modet had to carry her on his back. Fosca's leg was twisted at birth, but she had been fine until that day. Adalia and her had gone hunting in the mountains for practice, and Fosca went straight off a cliff and was pierced by a sharp rock. Modet shuddered at the memory of his youngest pup.
Modet had always loved pups, and teaching these could not be bad for him or Snow Dawn. They could be a family of three instead of just two adults. It would make getting food much easier, but Clearwater had just lost her mate. Modet could never ask her to join him, but he would see if he could help out. "I have experience with pups, since my group of seve - I mean six, now left us to find their own way," Modet said with a small smile. "I could help you with yours if you wish," he suggested, leaving it open for discussion.
"Six?" She was amazed and hoped there would not be so many. "Lucky you. And I might need the help, this will be my first litter." She had loved no other before Ghost. With Ghost gone this would be a trying time for her.
She smiled a little though she was still saddened by the loss of her mate.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 23, 2010 11:41:51 GMT 8
Modet nodded, thinking of them all. They were so perfect and such a complete part of his life. In order from oldest to youngest, there was Adalia, Toralon, Harith, Jaile, Keiria, Curcio, and Fosca. They were the loves of his life, apart from Snow Dawn. "Seven were born though. We lost our youngest," he said, looking down with his deep brown eyes. Snow Dawn and he had mourned, but they had ultimately moved on after the pups moved on.
"In the last two years, most of the litters have been fairly large. They're averaging from five to seven. Yours might be like that. If it is, expect some of them to have ailments. My litter had two," he said. Clearwater needed to be prepared in case one of the pups died or had an injury of some sort. Hopefully, they would all be healthy though. Although his litter had some, he would never wish it on anyone. His daughter, Keiria, could possibly be healed some day. Modet didn't expect it for a while though.
"I am sorry to hear about your lost pup. I have the feeling there will be a few this time." She did not know how she knew, it just seemed that way for her. She sighed. It was goingt o be abusy few years for her.
"Will you stay here in Vernien En' Seere? Or return to your mate?"
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 23, 2010 12:00:58 GMT 8
Modet had heard sorrow from many about his loss, but it was nothing to worry about now. It couldn't be reversed or stopped. Adalia wasn't to blame, like she felt she was. It was all a mirage of the mind. "If it's big, there is a good chance there will be a couple," he said with a tired smile. After the journey, there had been no time to rest. It was a well deserved one though, and he would lay upon the sandy beaches after they had finalized their decision.
"We are staying along all the coast lands," he said. "We will eventually move on to another land though, sometime. You could come or stay," he said, giving her the two options. For now, he would come and go. There would be time intervals, and his mate would probably come to Vernien En Seere for a while. Clearwater would get his help, most definitely.